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on the weekend and head off for the day. One of our favourite destinations was across the creek to the meadow where we figured we'd found a historic archaeological site. As the horses grazed nearby, we would scrape away dirt to find arrowheads. I don't think we found any. My horses are long gone now; Dr. Poland, the Paris vet, took my quarter horse, Molly. The pond has dried up, the house burned down. Don and Stan's house is gone too, replaced by a sprawling subdivision. Mum and Dad have both passed away. I moved to British Columbia. But when I return home, my brother and I walk the pathways and relive our memories while visiting our childhood haunts. And I yell, just yell. 22